The Little Red Pill Ch. 07

"Silicone is easiest to manage. I think these are what you're looking for. Nice beginner variety. Not too big, not too intimidating." She grabbed a box from a shelf. It showed a purple cone with a rounded top before a wine glass stem leading to a jeweled base. As she handed it to Stan, he caught a faint, peculiar scent. He looked over the box, but kept her in his light of sight. Her pale skin flushed, and she was stood with a rigid posture, pushing out her breasts.

"Have you ever used one of these?" he asked. The question should have mortified him. It shouldn't have ever passed his lips. Instead, it came out with a bizarre thrum as he stood up straighter, looming over the goth girl.

"Yes, actually. Not that exact model but —"

"Why?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Why did you use it?" The flush in her cheeks increased, and the faint scent grew a little stronger. She's attracted to me. When's the last time that happened? I'm not the man I was though. I'm a muscled guy with a hard jawline and a visible bulge in his pants. Of course this chick would be attracted to me.

"Same reason as anyone, I guess," she said.

"Pleasure?"

"Yeah."

"How? Tell me how it gives you pleasure." His voice didn't sound like his own at all any more. Stan's words came out as commands, not suggestions, and it had a profound effect on Jen. Her eyes dilated. He could see her breath quicken with the rise and fall of her chest. She gnawed at her bottom lip, casting nervous glances to the front of the store. Her hands had slid down her front to linger near her crotch. No mistaking it now. She's getting wet from me talking to her. If I wanted, I could tell her to strip. Instead, he decided to tease. "Do they give you samples to test? Do you get a fresh toy to play with every month or so? Seems like you should if you're a good employee. Makes you a better sales rep, after all. If you can tell me just exactly how this little butt plug will stretch my wife's ass. If you can tell me how it'll make her feel full while my cock shoves in her pussy, won't that make me more likely to buy? Won't that make me more likely to come back? Jen?"

"Sorry. My head is a little...fuzzy. You're just. You're so handsome."

"Is handsome the right word?" The lulling, commanding tone evaporated into a sharp whip of chastisement.

Jen's face screwed up in a wince, "No. It's that you're hot. You're so fucking hot. And god, you smell so fucking good."

"Come on, let's ring me up." He struck off, leaving her standing dumbfounded in the aisle. He dropped the box on the counter beside the register and waited.

Jen didn't appear until a full minute had passed. She walked behind the counter and tried to offer him a smile. The register beeped, and she told him the total. As she put the box into a black bag, she said, "I need to — I don't want to give you the wrong idea. What I said back there wasn't — and what you said was —"

Stan took the bag from her. "It's ok. I know I'm the one that should apologize. I'm still figuring this whole thing out, you see. Yesterday, I read about how the pills made this one guy's marriage fall apart. Then I have my wife telling me she can tell when another woman is getting wet or that she can smell rotten meat when a man other than me wants to fuck her. Out of the blue she wants me to fuck her ass, and we promise each other to keep taking the pills no matter what, even though I think we both know we're getting a little crazy with them. So I get out of the shower today, with a brand new foreskin mind you, and I decide the best thing I can do with my time is go buy my wife a brand new butt plug. So I'm nervous, right, but then I see you with your black nails and your black hair and this whole goth girl vibe, and I can't — and this might sound like the crazies shit yet — I can't help but think about fucking you. Not just fucking you, but breeding you. Really bending you over and making sure you're walking bow legged until your belly is swollen out with my kid. That's fucking insane. Just saying it is insane. It breaks every idea in my head, everything I believe in. I could never cheat on Julie, but the strangest thing is that I think if I brought you home, she would give you a sniff and tell me whether or not I could fuck you."

Jen's face went slack again. "I...I'm flattered?"

"Like I said. Sorry."

Stan walked out of the store with another ding of the bell. Jen stayed still for a few minutes, staring blankly at the door. In a quick decision, she went to the door and locked it, throwing the closed sign on it. She headed to the back of the shop, grabbing a dildo off the rack on her way.

***

Stan kicked off his pants as he entered the bedroom. Julie waited for him on the bed, lying on her stomach looking at her phone. He could barely see her pussy lips between her thick ass cheeks, but still could make out the glisten of her arousal. "Welcome back. I've missed you," she said. "I did some thinking while you were gone. Oh, what's that?"

"I got you a present," he said. He held up the box, showing her the plug. "What'd you think of?"

Julie grinned, raising up to her knees. "Let's play while we talk. Get it out of the box and wash it off. I'll get the lube."

Stan tore open the packaging. He kept on his boxers, but his cock ached to be set free. He'd spent the entire drive home alternating between fantasies of fucking his wife and fucking Jen in the store room of the sex shop. He wasn't too pleased with how his thoughts had gotten away from him while in the store, but he hadn't actually done anything wrong. At least, he didn't think he had. Going out had been a mistake, though. He washed the bulb of the plug under warm water and dried it off on a clean towel. Julie bent over on the side of the bed, presenting her perfect asshole to him. He grabbed the lube from beside her and squirted some on his finger. Gently, he pushed against her asshole, but she relaxed quickly. "Go on, I want to feel the toy." He applied more lubricant to the toy, then slowly pushed it against her ass. It popped in with ease. Julie sighed and straightened her back somewhat, giving her husband a view of the sparkling faux gems between her ass cheeks. "Come on, lie down, I want to fuck you."

Stan shucked off his boxers and crawled onto the bed. His cock strained upward, the new foreskin pulled back and the head of his dick glistening with precum. It'd been hours since he fucked Julie in the shower, and his balls ached for release. Julie moved cautiously, adjusting to the feeling of the plug in her ass. She positioned herself above his massive cock, but then settled down on his thighs, pressing his length against her stomach. "Look," she said. "It almost reaches my naval. That's how much cock you can fit into me. So much cock for one woman." She squeezed her tits as she raised up, positioned the head of his cock against her pussy and started to push down. She groaned happily as his cock stretched her again. Whether the tension between her pussy and ass were real or not, she couldn't tell, but she believed it made everything feel tighter, and definitely knew it made her feel fuller. "Such a good husband bringing me home a nice toy."

His hands moved up her wide hips as she bottomed out on his cock. One hand moved around to her stomach, rubbing up and down where his cock had been seconds before. He imagined her belly swollen with pregnancy and worried he wouldn't be able to fuck her as deeply while she came to term. A worry for another time though. His hand moved up and started to rub her nipples as she gently rocked up and down on his length. "What'd you think about?" he asked.

The words broke her concentration, but she grinned as she leaned forward, pushing her tits into his rough palms. "Remember Kerri from next door? Paul's daughter. She dropped by today to tell us about replacing the fence. She mentioned you, and I could tell how bad she wanted to be fucked. That's what I was thinking about. About watching you fuck that little, tight pussy until she screams as she cums."

Jesus is she being serious? Stan barely remembered the girl, but after his experience in the sex shop, he couldn't deny entertaining the thought. No way this doesn't end badly for me. Sex pills or not, this isn't something Julie would go for.

"But she's still got her whole life ahead of her. Wouldn't be fair to get her pregnant, and not fair to you to make you wrap your cock in a condom. So I started thinking about other options, and I came back around to Sarah. She's the perfect candidate. We could even give her one of the other sets of pills. I know it would be fun to have a different pussy to cum in, but it wouldn't be fun for very long if the woman didn't have tits like mine."

Stan grabbed hold of his wife's hips and held her in place. "Julie are you talking serious right now? You actually want me to fuck another woman?"

"Yes! Of course, Stan. I can feel your cock twitch inside me when I talk about it. I know how much it would make you happy. Besides, how wonderful would it be for my friend Sarah to be pregnant with me. You can fuck us both all day if she agrees. Like I said, its too much cock for one woman."

Oh fuck. The thought buzzed in Stan's head as he pulled his wife hard against him. She remained still, stroking the back of his head as his balls pumped a fresh load of cum deep inside of her. While she could keep her body still, her pussy moved unbidden, milking every last drop of his spunk from his overfilled balls. As his orgasm subsided, she brought his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. "I've already texted her. She's coming by for lunch tomorrow. We can see how long it takes before she creams her panties from just being in the room with you. You have me all to yourself until then. This plug in my ass feels so good, but your cock will feel better."

Stan grunted, rolled her onto her back, and started fucking her properly. She moaned into his ear as his cock slid in and out of her drenched pussy. His thoughts blurred with lust as he wondered how far they would go.